"Young Sacrifice Officer, Mr. Poison will fight to the end..."
The sound coming from the corner of the bamboo building suddenly stopped, and then there was an exclamation.
"Mom!"
Li Jing wiped the remaining blood on his face and grinned.
"Brother Youchuan, come here tonight. It's just revenge, no other malice."
"Lend me the heads of all the brothers in the village."
You Chuan frowned and pulled one leg behind him. A cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slapped Li Jing's cheek with a swift whip.
"despair."
Gently holding the calf by the ear, Li Jing raised the corner of her mouth slightly. Looking at You Chuan with wide eyes, he threw him back into the room, and the short seedling knife between his fingers fell to the ground softly at the same time.
"Why so."
Pulling out the Longquan Sword, Li Jing turned and left.
"Just find it yourself."
Hearing the footsteps outside, You Chuan stood upright and rushed out.
He saw Li Jing surrounded by Li Xingyun and several others on the corner platform.
"Stop him!"
You Chuan didn't dare to delay, shouted lowly, and quickly moved towards the crowd.
The place where Li Xingyun and his friends lived formed an oblique angle with the bamboo building in Youchuan. When Shangguan went back to call them, Li Xingyun rushed out with Duan Chengtian and Lu Linxuan, blocking Li Jing who wanted to leave. .
Although there was no moonlight, the strong blood energy emanating from Li Jing's body was enough to make Li Xingyun frown.
"Old Duan, stop him."
The short and stocky Duan Chengtian responded and blocked Li Jing's way.
"Prince Jing, I apologize for offending you..."
At this time, You Chuan, who was dressed in Miao clothes, also happened to rush behind Li Jing and made an angry noise.
"Li Jing, if you have a grudge, you will seek it out from us! Why bother killing innocent people indiscriminately!"
Li Xingyun frowned. After hearing You Chuan's words, he smelled the faint smell of blood coming from the stronghold behind him.
And the village is unusually quiet.
"what have you done!"
Li Xingyun drew out his long sword and shouted in a deep voice.
The little junior sister beside him, who had always had mixed feelings about Li Jing, also frowned and looked over in an instant.
Li Jing inserted the Longquan Sword back into the sword box behind his back, raised his eyebrows, and said rather strangely.
"What do I do to you?"
"Back off."
The surrounding atmosphere changed instantly, Shangguan Yunque held the orchid finger and stood in front of Li Xingyun.
"How come you have no compassion at all... Xingyun, be careful, this person is the villain in the drama!"
Li Jing tilted his head and put his hands on his chest: "Either retreat or fight. What nonsense are you talking about? Time is running out."
Shangguan Yunque was about to speak out when Li Xingyun behind him suddenly pushed him away and stepped forward with Han Guang in hand.
"Brother!"
Lu Linxuan exclaimed, and immediately followed with the broken sword in hand.
Li Jing turned sideways to avoid the sharp sword, her face was calm, and she never put down the hand on her chest.
The cold light kept flying around Li Jing's cheek, but it only hit a few clouds of air, and was easily dodged by Li Jing.
"Qiang."
Li Xingyun only felt that the edge of the sword was stopped by a huge force, and then was pulled to block the broken sword of Lu Linxuan beside him.
Two golden fingers gently clamped the edge of the long sword. Seeing the shocked look on Li Xingyun's face, Li Jing raised the corner of her mouth.
"Too little strength."
Lu Linxuan let out a cry, drew his sword and retreated, his eyes glaring.
"Brother, get out of the way!"
A huge sword force suddenly rose up. Li Xingyun let go of the hilt of the sword, stepped back, and at the same time shot out several silver needles.
The long sword clamped between her fingers spun in Li Jing's hands. While slapping away a few silver needles, she raised the long sword, and a sword force completely overwhelmed the younger junior sister.
As of now, Li Jing can display stunning power at will.
Jinghong versus Jinghong.
The two mighty sword energies collided, shaking away the crowd surrounding them.
Although Li Jing kept his hand, Lu Linxuan still flew out and was caught by Li Xingyun, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"How could he..."
Lu Linxuan stared, breaking the sword in his hand and quietly falling to the ground.
Li Jing raised his eyes and chuckled, casually inserted the long sword at Li Xingyun's feet, and stepped forward.
"Get away if you don't want to die."
Shangguan Yunque's face straightened, and he used his unique Ten Thousand Flower Palm to slap Li Jing on the back.
"boom."
The two palms met fiercely, and Li Jing calmly retracted his palm and watched Shangguan Yunque stagger back two steps. His eyes fell on Duan Chengtian and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"You want to stop me too?"
Duan Chengtian calmed down and looked at Li Xingyun, who was silent behind Li Jing, with a hesitant look on his face.
Li Jing put her hands on her chest and walked away calmly.
Watching his figure disappear into the night, You Chuan looked at the silent people with a complicated expression.
"No one in the village can stop him..."
Duan Chengtian sighed, supported Shangguan Yunque who was holding his chest, and looked at Li Xingyun hesitantly.
"We have no conflict with Prince Jing..."
"He killed innocent people indiscriminately. It was wrong!"
Li Xingyun hugged Lu Linxuan and looked at Duan Chengtian with an ugly expression: "Such a person who shares the same blood as me is a great disaster!"
Shangguan Yunque and Duan Chengtian were silent at the same time, tilting their heads to look into the distance.
Only the junior sister was the only one in the field, still staring in disbelief, remembering what Li Jing said before:
"You can call me brother, or you can call me junior brother."
…………
This night attack went smoothly, except for being blocked by three vigilant old troops when entering the stronghold, it was basically a one-sided massacre.
Li Jing looked calm, holding the head of the last old soldier, the light evening breeze blew over his face, carrying the smell of blood.
"It's too boring."
Hou Qing stood next to Li Jing, playing the bone flute, watching groups of Jaundice tribesmen coming out of the darkness.
This Dazhai guards the temple of Ten Thousand Poison Cave, and the people who stay here are basically the guards.
Men who were higher than the wheel were all beheaded.
Except for the guards on night duty, the guards who were lying in the building and taking a nap all died in their beds.
People from the Jaundice tribe are natural night walkers.
The linen on Kui Mu's face was stained with blood, and his eyes showed excitement.
"Alang, it's so happy!"
Behind him were groups of Jaundice warriors, their heads gathered together.
Li Jing smiled faintly and threw the head in his hand with his eyes open in fear.
"In that case, you should leave first. Remember to be careful on the way. This village is only a small group of people."
Kui Mu nodded heavily, waved the iron spear, and a low command sounded in the air.
"Leave."
The warriors of the Jaundice tribe who had already packed up collected the corpses of their fellow tribesmen and melted them into the darkness one by one.
Kui Mu stuck the iron spear beside him and saluted Li Jing with one arm across his chest.
"The Jaundice clan will never forget Alang's help."
Li Jing held up Kui Mu with his hands and laughed: "Serious words, mutual benefit. Brother Kui Mu should go back with all the brothers first. We will come back later."
Kui Mu let out a hearty laugh and turned to leave.
Hou Qing then pointed forward with his bone flute.
"This scene is quite exhausting."
Li Jing smiled faintly and looked at a black shadow about one foot high.
A temple made entirely of heads.
Used to vent the anger in the heart.
